life has been quiet
aint that good
not for me
thrill's my staple food
boredem is my murderer
need my muse
cant find him
inspiration needs to be infused
not living to the fullest
everyday's mundane
beautiful colours
come across as plain
dreams are diluted
by reality
lost in a world
devoid of individuality
depression runs amok
in children
sad to say
lost our gold dubloons
tomorrow is promised
today is dead
yesterday left
bursting my head
what's instore for us
we know no more
enigmatic
that's what living's for
life's juz so meaningless.we wake up each day from the previous hoping that the day will be another day.yes it is,but it's another day like the day before.it's like how the sun sets in the horizon and we expect to see new sun the next day,but it's the same old sun.then u ask,"how do some people wake up each day from the crappy 1 before beaming and perky?" it all boils down to perspective.a parapelegic can smile every morning even though she/he knows that she/he is immobile simply because she/he thinks "hey, at least i'm still a thinking person. there r so many things i cant do, but there r still tons that i can." whereas normal healthy people like us wake up cursing the alarm clock with a frown on our faces saying "bloody hell, i got sch/wrk ltr. hate my bloody teacher/boss. got tons of crap to do. crap." Achilles,a warrior in the movie Troy,said something really meaningful.things appear more beautiful to humans because we die.one day we'll leave this earth and before we do,we want to savour everything before us so that we leave with no regrets.but more often that not,we dont.how many ppl actually take notice of how green grass can be,or how beautiful the sky is on a cool,clear day?but to people with disabilities,these things mean a lot to them.ask a blind man "do you miss the sky?" he will answer yes.ask a deaf man "do you miss the birds?" he will answer yes.humans are such complicated creatures.we r the best of animals yet it takes a huge blow for most of us to realise how much we are taking for granted.
I admit it's hard especially when you're sick and tired of everything (i personally find it tough too), but the next time you think SCHOOL SUCKS!!! feel fortunate that you have the chance to attend sch, that you have the capability to think, that you have the chance to do things that so many others dont.
Entry @ 9:13 PM;
Friday, May 21, 2004
